On a thousand fishing tips for green tea

Ye Jiaqing was so kissed that he fainted, until he was pushed into the bathroom to change his clothes, his mind was still covered.

He changed inside, while Song Nanqi went to the guest room.

When he came out of the bedroom, Song Nanqi was waiting for Ye Jiaqing at the door, "Let's go, dinner is ready."

Everyone in the living room went to the dining room to sit down.

Ye Jiaqing's seat was arranged next to Song Nanqi, and next to them were the two sisters Song Nanfeng and Song Nanyue. The table was too big, and Ye Jiaqing felt that there was a river between him and the people opposite him. Usually, such tables are in hotels outside and at home. , is rarely so formal.

The meal was exaggerated because of the large number of people, but the dishes were very simple. They were all authentic home-cooked dishes, plus a few cups of long-simmered herbal soup.

Ye Jiaqing lowered his head and ate quietly, turning the turntable in front of him, and he ate whatever it turned on.

He is not particularly picky eater, what he mainly picks is the taste, not the ingredients. The Song family cook is good, and the taste just fits Ye Jiaqing's taste. He doesn't just eat spicy food, as long as it is delicious, he hardly picks the taste. .

No one talked when eating or sleeping, even if it was a family banquet, no one at the dinner table spoke, even the spoons and chopsticks would not touch the wall of the bowl, Ye Jiaqing held his breath, his whole body was tense, his calves were sore, Song Nanqi what is going on passed.

He glanced at Song Nanqi aside, and the latter also happened to look over. Song Nanqi held down the slowly rotating turntable, and used his chopsticks to pick up a piece of crispy stewed beef on his plate.

"Tell me what you want to eat." His voice was low.

Ye Jiaqing didn't want to eat, not because he didn't have an appetite, but because he couldn't eat too much in this atmosphere.

After the meal, they each sat on the sofa, and Zhou Jingmeng beckoned Ye Jiaqing to come over.

She took a thick stack of red envelopes from her bag, not one, but a stack, stuffed them into Ye Jiaqing's arms, dropped a few on the ground, she bent over to pick them up before Ye Jiaqing, and stuffed them all together to Ye Jiaqing.

"Studying medicine is hard, use it to buy delicious food."

Ye Jiaqing held the heavy red envelope, "Auntie, I can't take it."

"It's time to see someone else," Zhou Jingmeng said, "On the way you came, our red envelopes were already prepared. If you don't want them, we won't take them back. We will give you and Song Nanqi's love funds. How about the two of you spending together?"

It has to be said that Zhou Jingmeng is really good at talking, Ye Jiaqing subconsciously looked at Song Nanqi, Song Nanqi turned around, "You put it away."

Seeing that Ye Jiaqing accepted it, Zhou Jingmeng breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, it's nothing fun for you to be with us, let Song Nanqi take you upstairs, he has everything in his room."

Ye Jiaqing was held by Song Nanqi and walked upstairs.

The figures of the two disappeared around the corner of the stairs and melted into the corridor.

In the living room downstairs, the old man took his sons to the small study to talk.

Zhou Jingmeng slumped on the sofa with no image, "Why are you so serious? I'm afraid you will scare my son's partner away."

The third aunt immediately said: "How could it be? I smiled at him several times."

"The corner of your mouth is twitching." Song Nanbai didn't save any face for his mother.

"I also told his fortune and read his face." The third aunt's appearance itself is a serious style, even if she is smiling, it is rare to see it.

The third aunt looked at the juniors, "Why don't you talk to more people?"

"We dare not." Song Nanfeng crossed his legs, and his long wavy hair hung down his shoulders. Her eyebrows and eyes were most similar to Song Nanqi's, but her temperament was the least.

"You didn't see Song Nanqi protecting him so tightly, so I won't go."

"He is also a medical student. Why is it that he is a medical student? Can my family have a different career?"

"You have the ability to say this in front of the old man."

"..."

Ye Jiaqing naturally didn't know what the people downstairs were talking about, he was dragged into the study by Song Nanqi, and pressed against the desk.

Song Nanqi himself opened the drawer, and took out a black notebook from it. There were various styles of pens in the pen holder on the desk. Song Nanqi hooked one, and brought a chair beside him, and sat next to Ye Jiaqing.

Ye Jiaqing was confused, "What are you doing?"

Such a good time, does Song Nanqi want to review the exam with him?It's too much.

Until Song Nanqi left the words "plan" on the paper.

It was only then that Ye Jiaqing remembered that what Song Nanqi said to him just before, was actually deceived by him at that time, and he didn't take the other party's words to heart, he didn't expect it to be for real.

Ye Jiaqing was sitting on the chair with an expression that was hard to describe in words. He turned his head and saw Song Nanqi's meticulous and serious profile. He couldn't hold back and asked, "Mr. Song, this kind of thing should happen naturally."

Song Nanqi set out the steps, calmly, "We are all inexperienced people, it is best to be fully prepared, I don't want you to get hurt."

Ye Jiaqing: "!"

Although he knew that this was an established and unchangeable fact, Ye Jiaqing still insisted: "How do you know that you were not injured?"

Song Nanqi: "..."

He continued to work on his plan with his head down, wrote down the time in the first column, and said lightly: "You are not suitable for the above. In terms of physical strength and learning ability, I believe I can give you the best experience."

"..." Mr. Song, this kind of words are not suitable to be said in such a tone of discussing medical literature, you know?

"What time do you want?" He asked Ye Jiaqing.

Ye Jiaqing rested his cheeks and slowly drew circles on the desk surface with one hand, "It will definitely not work tonight."

"tomorrow?"

Ye Jiaqing continued to deny, "Tomorrow I have to go back to school for training, and after the holiday, I will compete with my neighbor."

Song Nanqi thought for a while, and wrote down tomorrow's date in the time column. He said, "You can wait until the training is over."

Ye Jiaqing thought for a while and said, "Can I still have physical strength after training?"

"I'm fine, it's up to you." Song Nanqi was very calm.

Ye Jiaqing: "..." It is impossible for him to say that he has a problem. The training intensity of the cheerleading team is not even as strong as that of their basketball team, so how could he not be able to do it?

"I'm fine." Ye Jiaqing followed Song Nanqi's words and continued.

Then enter the second item, location.

Song Nanqi didn't ask Ye Jiaqing's opinion this time. He wrote the name of a seven-star hotel in Xintai on it, but didn't write the room type, but the lowest-end standard rooms in this hotel have five digits.

Ye Jiaqing lightly tapped his chin on Song Nanqi's shoulder, and blew into his ear. Song Nanqi looked back at him, while Ye Jiaqing blinked innocently, "Mr. Song, didn't you say that thrift is a virtue, and extravagance is a virtue? Why not? Why don’t we use the sky as a quilt, the earth as a bed, and the sun and moon as lamps, and we’ll get what we need.”

Song Nanqi did not change the content that had already been determined. Hearing what Ye Jiaqing said, his pen tip paused for a few seconds, and then said: "It's not extravagant to spend money on you."

Ye Jiaqing wasn't very interested in the first few items, so it didn't matter what they were. Song Nanqi had many rules and had requirements on room temperature and lighting. Ye Jiaqing leaned on his shoulder and looked at the furnishings in the study.

The bookcase that reached to the ceiling and required a ladder to carry books was filled with all kinds of books. Ye Jiaqing asked curiously, "Have you read all those books?"

Song Nanqi glanced in the direction of the bookcase, "There are still a few books in the last row that I haven't read, and I've read the rest."

Ye Jiaqing couldn't help but let out a "wow".

"What posture do you prefer?" Song Nanqi turned on the computer on the table and asked in a calm manner. Ye Jiaqing was taken aback by this explicit question and sat up straight.

The light in the study room reflected Song Nanqi's expression as cold as snow on the top of the mountain, and the search box on the high-end computer displayed not difficult questions to answer, but—what are the postures of doi? ?

"..."

Ye Jiaqing felt a headache when he saw it, so he reached out and covered the computer, "I can do it, I think I can do it."

Song Nanqi's gaze slowly descended, and finally stopped at a certain place of Ye Jiaqing.

His eyes were calm, with a hint of inquiry. After a while, he raised his head and listed a set of data on his notebook, "I have done some homework during this period, and the size that everyone can accept is different. Yes, whether it is depth or diameter, the body has a limit that it can bear, so we need to get in touch tomorrow."

Ye Jiaqing felt like he was on fire, "Then what if I can't do it?"

Song Nanqi pursed the corners of his lips, his eyes were as deep as water, "You can dance, and your toughness is better than many people. I believe in you."

Ye Jiaqing: "..."

Afterwards, there were discussions on other projects. For example, did Ye Jiaqing have a specific location for doing this kind of thing, is it only on the bed, or on the balcony or in the bathtub, or both?

There is also strength, speed, pure body collision, do you like props and auxiliary tools?

When discussing this, Song Nanqi lowered his head and wrote a like, "I remember you have a box of tools."

Ye Jiaqing: "!" How could he still remember? !

Ye Jiaqing's cheeks that had cooled down began to heat up again.

"Are you after pain?" Song Nanqi slowly put down his pen, clasped his hands on the table, looked sideways at Ye Jiaqing with a calm gaze, "Can you get more or less pleasure from pain?"

Ye Jiaqing hasn't tried this, so he answered honestly: "I don't know, I haven't tried."

Ye Jiaqing thought that Song Nanqi would cross out this item or write to be determined, but he didn't expect Song Nanqi to write it.

Just as Ye Jiaqing was about to ask why he would, Song Nanqi seemed to sense what Ye Jiaqing was thinking, and said, "I will, I want to see you cry on the bed, your eyes are red and your eyes are absent-minded."

He said in a straightforward tone, "I think you can't move, your strength is lost, and I want to leave my mark on you."

Ye Jiaqing swallowed what little saliva was left in his mouth, licked his lips, and whispered, "Teacher Song, you can't say things like this."

"What?"

In front of Song Nanqi, Ye Jiaqing couldn't say the word "Shua".

But when these words came out of Song Nanqi's mouth, there was no sense of disobedience, and it was even more exciting and overwhelming.

"Anyway, these words are not very serious, you know?" Ye Jiaqing poked Song Nanqi's face with his hand, "Mr. Song, aren't you very well-behaved? I didn't see it, but you're actually quite sloppy."

Song Nanqi pinched Ye Jiaqing's finger that was making trouble on his face, and pressed it down, "I like you, you like me, I want to kiss you, I want to hug you, it's human nature, if this is not serious, then everyone is A product of indecency."

"So, if Wuwu has any requirements or needs for me in the future, you can tell me directly, without beating around the bush or hinting." Song Nanqi leaned forward and kissed the tip of Ye Jiaqing's nose, "We are the closest relationship in the world. No secrets."

Ye Jiaqing was so coaxed by Song Nanqi's words that he couldn't find it. When the tip of the other party's tongue slipped across the gap between his lips, he opened his mouth involuntarily and accepted Song Nanqi.

Ye Jiaqing's back was pressed against the back of the chair, probably because such a posture was really not convenient and labor-saving, Ye Jiaqing's body suddenly lightened, and when he woke up, he realized that Song Nanqi was holding him on his lap, like holding a child In that posture, his shoulders were shackled by Song Nanqi's arm, and he wanted to stand up, but the opponent's hand was tightly clamped around his waist.

Even if Ye Jiaqing wanted to hide, he could only get closer to Song Nanqi.

His face was next to Song Nanqi's neck, almost to the socket of his shoulder. Song Nanqi kissed his forehead, eyelids, nose, and mouth like sucking candy.

The three-dimensional crystal chandelier turned into a famous abstract painting. Ye Jiaqing hugged Song Nanqi's neck, tears welling up in his eyelashes.

Didn't you mean write a plan?

The root of Ye Jiaqing's tongue was numb, and when he swallowed, there was a dense dull pain.

He drooped his wet eyebrows, as if he had been bullied miserably.

So he purposely wanted to make Song Nanqi feel uncomfortable. He lowered his head and buried his face in Song Nanqi's arms, "Mr. Song, don't you think we are progressing too fast? Will tomorrow be too rushed?"

After he finished speaking, he raised his head with an innocent and pitiful expression.

Song Nanqi's eyes were deep, like the silent and unfathomable sea, Ye Jiaqing thought that Song Nanqi would analyze a lot of truths.

But Song Nanqi has no words, he speaks with actions.

Song Nanqi will pinch Ye Jiaqing's waist and let him get closer to him. When Ye Jiaqing feels the hardness and heat of the other party, his eyes slowly open. Song Nanqi leans over and buries his face into Ye Jiaqing's neck Wo, said in a deep voice: "Wuwu, do you feel it?"

"So, it's not too late."